The dreams of ending roads

I needed two dreams for my subconscious to drive home the point.

A long-ago friend and I set off on a journey in an RV not unlike the one Red and I have talked about buying (or renting to see if we and the dogs like it). We are sailing through the countryside and roar up a hill. As we crest the hill, the road ends suddenly and we plummet nose-first toward the dark waters of a vast lake. I woke myself up before I could feel the impact.

I lay in the dark wondering what that dream was all about. I settled on the idea that my subconscious is worried if we buy the RV we’ll be underwater in no time. Right; back to sleep.

Now I’m heading to cover some meeting with my reporter tools. I stop for lunch and head off in the direction of the meeting site — it’s going to be in a tall building I can see rising over the trees, some distance off. I’m driving along, keeping an eye on the big building so I know I’m headed in the right direction, and suddenly the road has ended and I’m sailing through the air toward a watery marsh, and it’s pretty clear I’m about to splash, sink and drown.

It was my subconscious telling me I missed the point of the first dream. So what DID the dreams mean? Maybe it’s a reminder that we live our lives, making our plans, cruising down the road, and one day the road will just stop and the journey will end — so it’s best to concentrate mainly on what’s important along the way.

I slept peacefully the rest of the night, so I presume my subconscious felt, “mission accomplished.”

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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